I don’t understand. How can this happen to us at this time in our lives? We have been looking forward to his retirement. Kristopher is the healthiest person I know for his age. He does morning pushups and runs on his treadmill daily. He has no history of a heart attack or stroke. Neither does his family. How can a blood clot be so devastating?
I watch the saline drip into the tube going in his arm as Kristopher remains asleep, listening to the slow beeps of the heart monitor and the rhythmic sounds of the breathing machine.
The doctor says he will come out of the coma but doesn’t know when. Kristopher never showed me how to do the finances. He said not to worry.
I don’t have power of attorney and we hadn’t prepared for this, but I know he doesn’t want to live this way. The doctor says we should wait until he comes out of the coma. This happened way too soon. Kris is retiring in a few months. We had planned on traveling and starting a new life together. That was the plan anyway. But this changes everything.
The doctor said he will be in a wheelchair when he comes out of his coma and will need to go through therapy. He might not even be able to talk.
I knit another row of the sweater I am making for Kristopher. He doesn’t know it yet, but this is for him. I hope he wakes up before I finish it. He needs to wake up. This is our golden years. This sucks! Life will be lonely without him.
I look at Kris sleeping, my heart wrenching. I whisper in his ear, “Please wake up… I love you.”